Chill Ruffle Twist

The dog ran through forests looking for a breeze to swim through the thick mud coming out the other end into a wading pool in the park by the lake where we fed birds stale bread and walked home to have a large glass of milk on the counter where fruit sat rotting. She forgot to clean before the vacation to Paris where she met a young man who showed her the tricks of the trade and she learned quickly. The hardest part was beginning or maybe the waiting for the finish which seemed to always take forever. With two fingers she lifted the cloth and underneath a small animal trembled and snarled and lept into the air sprouting two sets of wings and swooping towards the chimney and up and out silently. Feathers fluttered down, yellow, blue.